A Treasury of Canadian Verse, with Brief Biographical Notes - Unknown

Have passed, among the desolate northern meres

Still must ye search and wander querulously,

Crying for Glooscap, still bemoan the light

With weird entreaties, and in agony

With awful laughter pierce the lonely night.

THE earth is the cup of the sun,

That he filleth at morning with wine,—

With the warm, strong wine of his might